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| As I leave these sands behind; Another Line From Desert Sands | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 14 2007, 09:29 AM (38 Views) | |
| Drake | Aug 14 2007, 09:29 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] A heavy desert wind still whisks about as the miniature flicks of sand dance around the sun drenched sky. Whether the burning giant ball of gases is from the same day from the previous bore-a-thon last provided by the egotistical resident psycho of FIW we don’t know. Chances are Drake really is that full of himself to gut it out in the desert for a few days just to add to the dramatic effect of his promo. Either way the sand is still tan and the sun still bores down it’s torrents of heat. Drake holds his sweat soaked hand up to his dirty ear as if to listen to the desert breeze. Drake: You hear what I hear? The sweet sound of silence. Nature whispering into my ear and telling me its darkest secrets. I tell you that it sounds way better than the crying of that pansy Elrick or that high pitched prattle of that prep squad cheerleader with the nice cans. In one ear I have to listen to the ultimate loser in life talk about how he is some big man now. In the other I have the great honor of one Jamie Lee acting like this is some sort of pep rally. The self-proclaimed Career Killer lowers his hand down by the side of his bedraggled khaki shorts. You know while we are at it, what Careers has Drake ended in FIW? None by the last count but back to the visual stimuli. Drake closes his eyes and tilts his side back slightly allowing the gale to brush over his face. Drake: So to address someone that I have never even seen in the backstage let alone had a meaningful discussion with. Jamie Lee. Now you were mentioned for a mere purpose of making a point. The truth is a that she is the Hellcat Champion. That means even a nitwit bumpkin can rise to mediocrity in this company and obtain a title. So while my waist remains bare of a destiny that has been denied to me, we have this school girl pumped up on Red Bull running around calling herself a champion. You know how much that simple fact eats me up from my core? It burns me up with a fire of a million suns. To think that I have been unable to reach my goals while a cracked out school girl can sweep up a championship belt. Hey don’t get me wrong, she looks adorable with those cute little outfits she wears bouncing all around. I swear I don’t know if I want to date her or drop her on her cute little head. A facial expression rarely seen on Drake’s face is seen, one of deep thoughts. They are probably filled with filth and disgusting thoughts though so it would probably be best not to dwell on what goes on in the mind of this nutjob. Moving past the dark lusting of a freak we get to a point where Drake opens his eyes. He tilts his head back to it’s normal position on his neckline. The sleazy smile fades off his face turning into a macabre sneer. Drake: Anyways moving right along to my old best buddy in the world Elrick. It seems that the pathetic mess is trying to dig out his onions out of the storage closet in a sad attempt to become a real boy now. I don’t know how many times I can keep listening to his false promises of how bad he is going to be now. I find his threats of becoming a menacing impact as frightening as watching the Disney Channel. However this mouse of a man is supposed to be the one watching my back this upcoming week. That means in order to win I have to trust a man who I would rather break his arm then slap it for a tag. I know that the rumors backstage have me listed as a sociopath especially after that little episode I had with Dragon last week. However one thing I am is opportunistic. So if winning the match and getting my hands around the throat of that arrogant prick with my title means for twenty minutes I have to co-exist with a former mortal enemy then so be it. If Elrick has something to say to me at the arena he is just in luck. After the cameras stop rolling here I am hopping into the shower, changing my clothes and then getting on a jet over to Hillbilly, Oregon. If the great Elrick has something to say to me he can do it face to face. I will see you soon “partner” The billows of sand blow up around Drake, surrounding the Career Killer. The effect is probably done with fans out of camera view as it the effect is far too surreal for real life. I am sure fans at home are shocked and surprised that Drake would use such tactics in an attempt to make himself look better. |
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